Return of the War God

"Boom" "Om"

Yuan force fluctuated in the air, and there was the sound of two fists hitting each other, and the flying stone chips were lifted. Ye Wuque was hit in the chest with a punch, and his figure retreated three feet before he stopped.

However, the appearance of a fourteen-fifteen-year-old boy, with fair skin, Ye Wuque looks handsome, especially the pair of eyes that seem to be born bright, adding a strange charm to his still immature face.

It's just that Ye Wuque was a little embarrassed at the moment, his black hair fluttering in his martial shirt and shawl, and he didn't look at the opponent who defeated him in three moves on the Yanwu stage, but closed his eyes, expressionless, as if immersed in his own. in the world.

"Ye Wuque, eliminated! Murong Hai, win, move on to the next round!"

With the sound coming from behind the huge performance stage, Murong Hai, who was standing on the stage, jumped off the stage, with a scarred face, a burly figure, eighteen years old.

With a proud face, Murong Hai glanced at Ye Wuque with his closed eyes, the joy and contempt in it were undisguised, when he walked past Ye Wuque, he suddenly smiled softly.

"Ye Wuque, I really admire you. It's been ten years, have you counted how many times you have lost? Oh, by the way, I forgot, a waste like you probably forgot what it's like to win, right? , huh, what a piece of garbage."

"Wai Wuque's first battle is actually his turn to team up with Murong Hai, he deserves his bad luck!"

"Three tricks and nothing to be defeated, tsk tsk, so weak!"

"Hey, in the past ten years, I have never won a single battle in countless battles, and I have been defeated and fought again and again for ten years! What a wonderful thing!"

Around the left side of the huge martial arts field, there were more than 100 boys and girls under 11 or 12 years old who were chattering and talking. They were all dressed in uniformly tailored light blue military shirts. His face was shining brightly and vigorously, as if the sun had just risen in the morning.

Ye Wuque, who closed his eyes, seemed to be used to all this, but no one knew that at this moment, the earth-shaking changes were taking place in his body!

This change, even though Ye Wuque, who has been silent for ten years, whose heart has been refined like iron, and whose will has been polished and transparent, even trembled slightly, his heart was agitated like a tide, and the throbbing from the depths of his soul became more and more intense, and he wished he could scream up to the sky!

"The emperor pays off! I have been silent for ten years, and now I have got my wish. Have I finally succeeded?"

"Haha, Binglan, I'm one step ahead, don't fall behind."

Murong Hai, who had already turned into a bright smile, came to the stone bench on the right side of the martial arts field where dozens of young strong men were sitting, and smiled at the girl sitting at the front.

With his arrival, Dao Dao's war-filled and fiery gazes focused on him, and many powerful fluctuations swept up, all of whom belonged to the young strong men of the Murong family sitting here.

"Murong Hai, does it make you very happy to be defeated by Ye Wuque? Your strength has indeed grown rapidly, and you have even broken through to the eighth level of body forging, but compared to Brother Tian, ​​you are still far behind."

A slightly cold daughter's voice sounded. It was from the girl Murong Hai called Binglan. Although this girl was sitting on the stone bench, her slender legs formed a charming arc. She was wearing a red close-fitting silk dress with flowers embroidered on her chest. She had a straight waist with a small waist in her hands, a pair of beautiful phoenix eyes on her pointed chin, a straight nose and bright red lips. She is an extremely beautiful woman.

After hearing Bing Lan's words, Murong Hai's smile froze for a while, and there was thick jealousy and jealousy flashing in his eyes. He laughed, but he stopped talking and walked to his stone bench to close his eyes and sit.

And when those young strong men sitting cross-legged behind Murong Binglan heard the words "Brother Tian", a touch of envy and reverence appeared on their faces at the same time.

"Next time, Murong Binglan vs Murong Jie."

At the same time, a vigorous male voice came from behind the martial arts stage. As soon as the voice sounded, the entire martial arts field suddenly became silent, because it belonged to Murong Changqing, the head of the Murong family.

"shhhhh"

Two young figures jumped up from the stone bench and rushed towards Yanwutai. A fragrant wind blew past. Murong Binglan stood pretty on the 50-foot-long Yanwu Arena. Opposite of her stood a man. The middle-aged boy, his eyes swept across Murong Binglan's face, a trace of fascination and love flashed across her face.

Murong Binglan, one of the Murong Shuangshu!

The aptitude is good, the appearance is beautiful, and the temperament is even more cold and compelling. I don't know how many Murong children's goddess, looking at the beauty in front of him, Murong Jie is even a little cramped and nervous. Wu Que opened his eyes at this moment. The strong will he has cultivated in the past ten years has well controlled his emotions. His eyes are as calm as ever. He glanced at the two standing on the field, and walked straight down the performance field, but Murong Binglan swept away. There was a deep humiliation and disgust hidden in his eyes.

"start."

"Boom" "Boom"

Murong Binglan and Murong Jie fought a battle.

Ye Wuque, who walked down from the martial arts field, was still agitated in his heart, but he slowly walked to the position behind the martial arts field and bowed his hands to one of the ten figures sitting there.

"Uncle Changqing, Wu Que took a step first and went back to practice."

The boy's voice was clear and melodious, as if the defeat just now did not cast any shadow on him.

"Well, there is no shortage, you go back first."

There was a hint of complexity in Murong Changqing's eyes. How amazing and talented was this handsome young man standing with hands in front of him ten years ago?

Although Ye Wuque did not come from the Murong family, since that person entrusted him to the Murong family at the age of four eleven years ago and left something like that, Murong Changqing did not regard Ye Wuque as an outsider, and even realized that he was an outsider. Cultivation talent can be called a monster!

At the age of four, he practiced the masterpiece "Haotian Jin", which is a masterpiece of Murong's family. At the age of five, he broke through to the fifth stage of body forging. In that year, he defeated one of the five super sects in the Northern Sky Region that came here because of its fame. Qingming Shrine is the same age. The peerless little genius.

This news is like a stone that stirs up thousands of waves!

Five-year-old, five-level body forging, what is this concept?

When a cultivator embarks on the path of cultivation, the first great realm is the realm of physical fitness. This realm is divided into ten heavens, smashing the body and condensing the blood, corresponding to: "skin, flesh, tendons, bones, and marrow."

While the average person breaks through the first level of physical fitness at the age of ten and achieves a small level of skin refining, he is called a genius. genius.

Such a genius that is rare in a century, as one of the top 100 main cities in the eastern land of the Northern Sky Region, there is only one Murong family from the three major families in the main city of Longguang, and that is Murong Tian, ​​who has entered the Murong Forbidden Land to cultivate and is about to leave the country. !

Murong Tian, ​​who broke through the third level of body forging at the age of ten, is known as a rare genius.

At the age of five years old, what was Ye Wuque, who had broken through the fifth level of body training and reached a small level of tendon refining before the qi and blood in his body had formed?

Murong Changqing originally thought that God blessed the Murong family and allowed such two geniuses to appear in this generation, but after the five-year-old Ye Wuque defeated the peerless little genius from the Qingming Temple, in ten years, he had no further progress. !

For ten years, Ye Wuque has been staying in the fifth level of body forging, and stopped in the realm where he was amazing and talented when he was five years old.

Murong Changqing tried countless ways to find out the reason, but there was only one result.

"The qi and blood in the body are inexplicably depleted, and it is no longer suitable for cultivation."

Heaven is jealous of Yingcai, nothing more than that.

Just after Murong Changqing had to give up, Ye Wuque chose to continue to practice. He didn't seem to be affected at all, and he practiced tenaciously and diligently.

It's just that in the eyes of outsiders, Ye Wuque couldn't bear to fall to the bottom, and frantically wanted to restore the glory of his genius.

They believed that Ye Wuque had already gone mad.

"Waste" became his alias.

Just as Ye Wuque was about to leave the Yanwu Platform, a wave of sky-high waves struck quickly from far to near!

"whoosh"

The powerful Yuan Li is surging all over the body. The visitor is tall and looks only seventeen or eighteen years old. The skin, flesh, tendons, bones, and marrow of the whole body have been thoroughly trained. Qi and blood have already been completely integrated with Yuan Li, regardless of each other. The white Yuan force is filled with a vast force!

Ye Wuque could clearly see a round of pale silver meniscus throbbing behind him. It was as tall as the person. Although it was vague and unstable, it exuded a powerful aura.

The white Yuan Li slowly dissipated. This man was dressed in a white military shirt hunting in the wind. His black hair was in a bun, which was meticulously groomed.

"My God! It's Murongtian! Murongtian is out!"

"His breath? Did he really break through the forging realm?"

"Hey! Is that Soul Moon?"

"At such an age, with such a cultivation, he is indeed the number one in the younger generation of the Murong family!"

The entire martial arts field immediately exploded with the appearance of Murong Tian, ​​and countless shocked voices spread, especially those young disciples who were sitting on the stone benches of the same age as Murong Tian showed bitterness and helplessness on their faces. , Murong Hai, who was showing off his might just a moment ago, is now silent.

At this moment, Murong Tian focused everyone's attention, he was the center of the light.

The two who were fighting on the martial arts stage also stopped at this moment, and Murong Binglan stared at Murong Tian with a pair of wonderful eyes.

"Haha! God bless my Murong family! Tian'er, you have finally gathered Soul Moon and stepped into the Heroic Soul Realm of the first realm of Shifan! Seventeen-year-old Heroic Soul Realm! Good! Great!"

At this moment, an old man sitting next to Murong Changqing suddenly stood up and smiled.

The third elder of the Murong family, Murong Baishi, is also Murong Tian's grandfather.

"Murong Tian has met the Patriarch and the elders."

When he spoke lightly, Murong Tian's expression was also indifferent, but there was a hint of innate pride in his tone.

"Tian'er doesn't need to be too polite. You have successfully gathered Soul Moon, and you have stepped into the mortal world at the age of seventeen. At such an age, you should be among the top three in my Murong family's two hundred years of inheritance."

Murong Changqing was also overjoyed in his heart. As a descendant of the Murong family, Murong Tian's excellence undoubtedly made the Murong family another master in the years to come.

"Yeah! Tian'er is a rare genius!"

"The old man has lived for 60 years, and a genius like Tian'er is only seen by life."

"Reward! Patriarch, Tian'er is so excellent, it should be rewarded!"

Hearing the admiration of the other elders, Murong Baishi felt even more proud and passionate in his heart. His grandson is so outstanding, he really has a long face!

Ye Wuque stood behind Murong Tian and still did not leave, his eyes swept across the pale silver crescent moon, revealing a strange light, and his thoughts were surging.

"Is this the symbol of the Cleansing Mortal Realm, Soul Moon? It's really strange."

Suppressing the thoughts in his heart, feeling the earth-shaking changes in his body, Ye Wuque was ready to leave here, he had something extremely important to confirm.

This is his good fortune in exchange for ten years of silence!

Today, I finally got what I wanted!

"Patriarch, Murong Tian has something to ask for."

Murong Tian spoke indifferently again. As soon as the words fell, Murong Binglan's beautiful eyes lit up on the martial arts stage. She seemed to have thought of something, and she was overjoyed. Her eyes swept over Ye Wuque, who turned around and was about to leave, full of disgust and relief. .

"Oh? Haha, I promised you that as long as you can break through to the World Cleansing Realm in this retreat, I will grant you two requests. Now you have done it. So, Tian'er, if you have any requests, feel free to ask."

Seemingly knowing what Murong Tian was thinking, Murong Changqing immediately laughed.

Murong Tian, ​​who was affirmed by Murong Changqing, suddenly turned his eyes and looked indifferently at Ye Wuque who was about to leave, like a nine-day giant looking down at an ant.

"The first thing Murong Tian did was to speak on behalf of Bing Lan, begging the Patriarch to withdraw the marriage contract between Bing Lan and Ye Wuque, because he was not worthy."

As soon as these words came out, the whole audience was shocked.

"hiss"

Hearing the sound of a few breaths of cold air from all around, many Murong disciples were stunned for a moment and then stunned.

"call out"

Bringing a fragrant wind, Murong Binglan swept down the Yanwu stage like a fiery red butterfly, stood beside Murong Tian, ​​raised her delicate chin, and said coldly, "Father, Binglan doesn't want to marry Ye Wuque, I also asked my father to take back my life, Binglan can't marry a waste!"

Leng Yan's daughter's voice spread all around, and instantly fell into the ears of Murong Changtian and the five elders, who were sitting next to each other, and even more clearly reached the ears of every Murong disciple.

At the same time, Ye Wuque, who also heard Murong Tian and Murong Binglan's words, also froze at his feet. This scene fell into the eyes of Murong's children, and instantly made up Ye Wuque's sadness and unwillingness, and part of it was projected on Ye Wuque's body. His eyes were full of sympathy and pity, but more of a sense of joking about watching a good show.

Sure enough, Ye Wuque quickly turned around.

Just anticipating that the twisted face did not appear, replaced by a relaxed smile?

Ye Wuque's handsome face was full of smiles, and he clasped his fists and said loudly: "Uncle Changqing, about the marriage contract, Wuque has rejected you a long time ago, just take advantage of today, you can take it back, Wuque is grateful."

"Forehead"

Dozens of extremely unexpected and suspicious voices sounded again. The Murong children who were present had imagined sadness, unwillingness, madness, and humiliation, but they never thought that Ye Wuque would answer like this, and it seemed to be sincere. happy?

Hearing Ye Wuque's answer, Murong Binglan suddenly felt dark in front of her eyes, she could hardly stand still, and a strong sense of humiliation filled her heart instantly!

Murong Tian also raised his brows, obviously Ye Wuque's answer was also beyond his expectations, but Murong Tian was quite scheming, his eyes were still indifferent, he didn't wait for Murong Changqing to answer before speaking again.

"The second thing is to ask the owner to give me the Blood Dragon Jade. Ye Wuque is not qualified to own it."

These words echoed word by word in Ye Wuque's ears, and his smiling face gradually converged, and a chill flashed across his calm eyes!

Blood Dragon Jade, this is the only thing that Fu Bo left to himself, apart from the letter that cannot be opened. Now it is temporarily kept by Murong Changqing. It carries the deepest thoughts of Ye Wuque in the past eleven years. The precious things he had been longing for had nothing to do with the Murong family.

In other words, this originally belonged to Ye Wuque.

And now, Murong Tian is going to grab it!